Who: Isla Black & Robert Hitchens Where: Tottenham Court Road, London When: June, 1869 What: A Muggle saves a young witch's life.
She was going to get in so much trouble for this! Papa was always saying that Muggle were no good and should be avoid at all costs, but Isla couldn't agree. Not completely anyway. How could those beings that made such wonderful inventions and wrote such decadent stories be so very bad. She hadn't meant to befriend a Ravenclaw Muggleborn at Hogwarts, but the girl did have the most lovely gothic novels and Isla was now hooked. It all made her so much more fascinated by Muggles. None of the boys she knew were dashing, handsome and romantic like the heroes in Madam Radcliffe's books.
That was how she came to find herself, all alone, wandering the streets of London. She felt bad for Ella, of course, who she had left trying on a new gown at Madam Malkin's while she slipped away through the Leaky Cauldron. She wandered around in wonder, glad that her coat seemed to blend in with the fashion of the day. She paused to press her nose against the class of a pastry shop that had the most delicious looking cakes in the window and then did a full circle, her arms out wide and giggling a little before she spied an very pretty bonnet in the window a shop across the street. She stepped off the footpath and made to walk across the street when she felt her foot stick. She stumbled forward a little and raised her gown. The heel of her boot had wedged itself in between two stones on the road and try as she might, she could not seem to get it free.
She didn't even see the carriage turn the corner of the street, or else she might have just loosed her laces and left the boot there while she hobbled back to wait for it to pass. The driver of the carriage had been momentarily distracted by the sunlight shining in his eyes, so didn't notice the young girl crouched in the street. When Isla looked up, the carriage was nearly upon her and all she could do was scream and cover her head.